I really like growing up with me.

Life is a stop on the journey, along the way. On the contrary, growth is like a colorful oil painting.

To be exact, growth is a piece of white and flawless paper. No one knows how colorful this piece of white paper will be, because

This is the footprint of our own growth, this is our own life.

The bustling scenery passed by me, and along the way, the swallow turned to Yinger. Growing up is a long road, recalling those distant years and those beautiful things.

The old season, like a beautiful Jiangnan embroidery, is quiet and beautiful. She was born a quiet and elegant girl, reading with a cup of tea.

Roll up ancient books and let time pass quietly between the lines.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the years are quiet. When I was a child, I always liked Wang Mo's thick collection of poems, and I probably didn't have a comprehensive understanding of poetry.

However, it is always attracted by the quiet and ethereal words in poetry, just like the poet's rubbings, modest and elegant, gentle and gentle. "Red beans.

Southland, in your Southland branch, "faint acacia, as delicate as dust, every word is ethereal and transparent." I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly, and Panasonic lent the dew.

Kwai "is an empty mountain, quiet and open-minded, and pure and elegant words permeate the ignorant time of childhood."

Wave your sleeves smartly and talk about making tea. When I first entered adolescence, I fell in love with Li Bai's arrogance because of the mature rebellion in my bones.

A captured man. People who love him "Since God has given talents, let them be employed!"! Spin a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! " Unique; Love him "laughing face upwards to go out, my generation.

Is it the confidence and vitality of mugwort people? I love his lofty aspirations of "One day Dapeng rises with the wind and soars into Wan Li". At the dawn of the warm wind, in the sunny afternoon, at the midnight when the meteor crossed, such a handsome man and his arrogant poems accompanied me through the rebellion.

Against youth.

Blue and white ink, instant fragrance. With the passage of time, the rebellion in the bones gradually faded, and the years precipitated the indifferent silence and

The telling of delicate emotions. Knowing Rong was the best experience when he was young. Sad, he quietly brought his sad "drinking words".

Come into my life. I don't know how many sleepless nights, I will silently read that poem with the words like azaleas weeping blood, and I will burst into tears. Rong Ruo. Yes

The lovesickness of Shen Shi's first love in the palace and the grief of his wife Lushi's death all touched the softest string in my heart. Love is the only real thing.

Heart has nothing to do with romance.

Time shuttles through the crowd, rushing by, and the mountains and rivers are heavy. I am accompanied by poetry, stepping on the pace of growth and spreading my youth.

Spring. I just hope that at some point, I will look back on the road I have traveled and say that I have no regrets, and my heart is happy on the road of growth!